[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

Karl couldn't understand the reaction, and like an idiot, he tried to kill the emotion that was out of his awareness.But when he walked down, even his feet were shaking. It was not a physical reaction of fear of almost dying at all, because his mind was full of the kiss just now and the smile on her mouth.

are you crazy?He shook his head and stepped on the stairs when he stepped on the ground. The chief engineer who followed him immediately grabbed him and said angrily to him: "Sir, you are sure you are fine. Your sister has gone to the doctor. No one is allowed here." Passengers are approaching, don't make this mistake next time."

"I don't have a sister." Carl finally broke out, his heartbeat has been speeding up, like a burning flame of anger burning him, which made him accuse others even more bluntly, "I want to complain about you."

The chief engineer was not the chief fireman. He straightened his white star sailor cap on his head and said in a neutral manner: "My name is Joseph Bell, the chief engineer of this ship. You can go to the bridge tomorrow to complain to the captain, but now I am here. Come on, let me out immediately."

Carl was kicked out of the engine room just like that. He looked even worse than before. His tuxedo was messed up, his hair was crooked, and he couldn't even walk steadily.He walked to the upper class in a daze, and when he was led to the upper deck by a crew member, he seemed to hear some women screaming at him, which was annoying to death.Back in his room, he looked at the mirror in the living room strangely. The strange thing was that there was no embarrassed figure in it, but the side face of the woman sitting upright, as clean as a crystal sculpture.

He shook his head hastily, left the mirror immediately, and sat down on the sofa. He lowered his eyelids tiredly and incomprehensibly, trying to use his proud rationality to think about what happened to him?But his brain is like a big clock weighing [-] tons. The heavy bell repeatedly disturbs his thoughts and makes him have a splitting headache.

He instinctively refrained from thinking about anything about the thief, the woman, the robber named Emily.He always felt that it was an abyss-like trap that he should avoid.

When Lovejoy walked in, he saw Carl sitting on the sofa in a daze holding an unopened bottle of spirits. His expression was no different from that of a huge amount of property being robbed.Lovejoy felt as if he'd come at a bad time, as his employer quickly perked up and gazed at him with...a very longing look.

The look left Lovejoy speechless.He said in a businesslike manner: "Sir, I lost her. It's too late now. If you want to mobilize people, it may be more troublesome."

Carl was silent for a moment, then he sat up straight immediately, and said with a sneer, "Forget it, she's just an annoying thief. If she wants to run, let her run. It's no good to spend so much effort to find her."

That being said, Lovejoy looked at Carl's cropped, cropped hair in a professional fit, which would have been more convincing if it had been neatly arranged.

"I'm going to rest, let's go." Carl dismissed him irritably, then continued to hold the bottle of wine and became dull.

"Don't go to her again?" Lovejoy reconfirmed his order.

"No need." Carl immediately raised his voice, and he repeatedly emphasized, "It's just a thief, insignificant, she is insignificant, do you understand?"

"I understand." Lovejoy dutifully followed up, "She's insignificant." Then he turned and walked towards the door. After walking a few steps, he remembered something and looked back at his employer, only to find Carl leaning decadently on the sofa again, The whole person is almost dying.

Those who didn't know saw it, and thought that the heir to the steel tycoon had just lost his wife, as if mourning his concubine.

"Mr. Hockley, that Miss Emily should be disembarking tomorrow." Lovejoy always felt that he should tell this matter, his voice didn't fluctuate, he just told the truth, "I was in the corridor of the third-class cabin just now. I saw her there, and she was trying to convince a teenage kid to let that kid disembark tomorrow with their parents. She said the Titanic would sink."

"Will the Titanic sink?" Carl sneered, he felt that he was listening to a low-level joke, "How could it sink... Strange, how could she think that the Titanic would sink?" Carl's face was swept away. However, he stood up from the sofa, threw away the bottle of wine that he was too lazy to open, and walked quickly to his servant, and asked in a low voice with disbelief, "Are you sure you heard her say that the ship will sink? "

"Very sure."

"Impossible, she's just a third-class passenger, she shouldn't know the 'fact' that the Titanic will sink." Carl put his hands in his pockets, walked back and forth a few steps, with a puzzled expression on his face. "How did she know she couldn't be released from the boat and brought back, Lovejoy?"

"I suppose it's difficult, sir, and she's good at running away." Lovejoy had never seen such a nimble woman, with feet as quick as a gazelle.

"Look at the passengers who will disembark at noon tomorrow." Carl quickly thought of the key point, "She will disembark."

"Tomorrow there will be a large number of Irish immigrants boarding the boat. If she dresses up and mixes in, it will be difficult for us to see her."

"She can't get off the boat," Carl said suddenly excitedly, completely unaware of his overreaction to the woman's going to get off the boat.

"I'll try to stop her." The order came naturally to the dutiful servant.

"Wait..." Carl suddenly remembered something. He fumbled in his coat pocket for a while, and finally found the palm-sized sketch head.He was holding the crumpled paper, and when he saw the head portrait of the little boy on it, it was an eyesore no matter how he looked at it. "She's carrying this with her. This might be her home...Family, go check it out. If you find this little boy, just watch him. If she thinks the ship will sink, she will definitely let this damn boy sink." Get off the boat, and then you can find her next to this ugly little boy."

boy face...

Lovejoy silently took over the head portrait that the employer wanted to tear apart, and after a glance, he didn't think that his face was so hideous.He nodded, "I know, I'll go to the chief purser and ask him to help investigate."

"Go." Carl couldn't wait to get excited, completely different from the one who was dying just now.

Lovejoy calmly ignored the convulsive and jumpy way of doing things, and walked towards the door. After walking two steps, his employer spoke again, very hesitant, and asked softly carefully: "If I have a friend... "

friend……

Lovejoy looked back blindly, trying to hear what he was saying.

Carl forced a smile, snorted a few times awkwardly, and then continued: "You know, my friend, he met a woman recently, that woman must have a bad background, and they just met a few times. He... He said that every time he sees that woman, his heart beats very fast and he feels very angry and there is a fire burning. What do you think?"

What do I think... The old servant with a paralyzed face really wants to tell his employer, I don't understand what you're talking about.

"And every time I see her, I feel very emotional and irritable. I hope she disappears quickly, but it feels strange when she disappears." After Carl finished speaking, he paused before explaining, "That's my friend's feeling. "

How does your friend... feel?

Lovejoy glanced at the sketched head portrait in his hand, and then at Carl, who was smiling so unevenly.He tried to ask: "Does your friend think that lady is beautiful?"

"Very beautiful." Carl said smoothly, and then his smile froze, "My friend said she was beautiful."

"Excited to think about her?"

"Yeah." Carl nodded reservedly.

"I hope she stops all the time and looks back at him."

"Yeah." He continued to nod indifferently.

"I don't want new lovers around her, such as this little boy." Lovejoy pointed to Jack's head.

Carl immediately turned his head in distaste, "Yeah."

"If she disappeared from then on, there would be no motivation to live."

"She won't disappear." Carl retorted without thinking.

Lovejoy...can you be more obvious?

"One last question, if this is her lover, how would your friend feel when he saw the real person." Jack's avatar came in handy again.

"Throw him into the sea, this tramp who looks like a third-class cabin, how could a woman like this idiot." Carl said disgustedly, he didn't even want to see that portrait again.

Lovejoy calmly tucked the painting back into his pocket and concluded calmly, "Sir, you can tell your friend he's in love with that lady."

"Admiration?" Carl mumbled nervously in a tone that he didn't know the word.

"Then I'll take my leave first." After finishing his conclusion, he immediately walked away quickly.

Only Carl was left circling in circles, repeating ridiculously, "Admiration, what admiration, how is it possible, they haven't known each other for a day." He turned his head and refuted loudly, but there was no one around him.The smile on his face slowly collapsed. Seeing that there was no one there, he stretched out his hand and scratched back the hair on his forehead, then picked up the bottle of wine, opened the bottle cap and took a sip.

The warmth brought by the spirits was like a fire. Carl carried the wine bottle to the private deck, and he sat on the lounge chair on the deck.Feeling empty in his heart, he tried to think about it. Today was a crazy day.In his smooth life, he has never had such a miserable day.

"Admiration?" He shook his head mockingly, "Impossible."

In the windows facing the sea on the deck, the morning sunlight falls into the glass from the distant sea horizon, flying across the vast ocean.

Carl felt a little dazzling, he stretched out his hand to block the morning light, the golden light was like someone's long hair, warming his palm.The temperature startled him, and he murmured, "This is impossible."

A seagull glides past the deck window, flies from B-deck to the lifeboat deck, and stops beside a lifeboat covered with canvas.And someone who was in a light sleep in the lifeboat woke up. She rubbed her eyes sleepily with the rough cuff, and the soft gray light tried to squeeze in through the gap in the canvas.

She helplessly smoothed her long golden hair with her fingers, then patted her sore neck, sighed and said, "It's dawn, it's time to get off the boat."

In 1912, April NO.11, the Titanic was still riding the wind and waves, heading for Queenstown, Ireland at full speed.